*sighs*
so i've been spending a lot of time with paul lately. he's pretty rad, for a dork. yesterday i gave him a ride to and from work, and after work we hung out for a while. he and i went to the living room on el cajon blvd, and sat outside for a while having one of those conversations where you talk about everything yet nothing at all. i think we left there at around 10 or 1030, and went back to his apartment because he wanted to show me this new machine he got for doing tattoos.
so we get back to his apartment, and he shows me the machine, and a lot of his artwork. the guy is incredible, seriously. i was in awe. and not just because i can't draw a stick figure, but because he's that talented as an artist. he started to show me some of his records he uses for his music, and then realized he didn't know where he put the machine. so we spend no lie, an hour and a half looking for it. no luck.
he burned me a cd of some of his music, and we went down to my truck to listen to it on something other than his computer speakers, and must have sat down there for at least 45 minutes. so i realized how late it was, and told him i should go get some sleep. as he got out of my car, i got another high five. great. this isn't going the way i planned.
then today he called me up right as i was getting out of the shower to tell me he found the machine right after i left. i asked him what he was doing today before work, and invited him to tag along while i ran some errands and then hang out at my place for a while. so i picked him up, we went to target and then to pb. we came back to my place and i was showing him a lot of the pictures i've taken over the years, and he was really impressed. then came time for work.
tonight after work we went to borders for hot chocolate (holy fucking shit, so fucking good!) and browsed the art books. then to the livingroom to see if his friend was there, and then i dropped him off. this time i didn't get just a high five, i got the fist thing too.
just fucking kiss me already!
so we get back to his apartment, and he shows me the machine, and a lot of his artwork. the guy is incredible, seriously. i was in awe. and not just because i can't draw a stick figure, but because he's that talented as an artist. he started to show me some of his records he uses for his music, and then realized he didn't know where he put the machine. so we spend no lie, an hour and a half looking for it. no luck.
he burned me a cd of some of his music, and we went down to my truck to listen to it on something other than his computer speakers, and must have sat down there for at least 45 minutes. so i realized how late it was, and told him i should go get some sleep. as he got out of my car, i got another high five. great. this isn't going the way i planned.
then today he called me up right as i was getting out of the shower to tell me he found the machine right after i left. i asked him what he was doing today before work, and invited him to tag along while i ran some errands and then hang out at my place for a while. so i picked him up, we went to target and then to pb. we came back to my place and i was showing him a lot of the pictures i've taken over the years, and he was really impressed. then came time for work.
tonight after work we went to borders for hot chocolate (holy fucking shit, so fucking good!) and browsed the art books. then to the livingroom to see if his friend was there, and then i dropped him off. this time i didn't get just a high five, i got the fist thing too.
just fucking kiss me already!